Demon’s Diary

At the foot of the snow mountain, in the Murong family's mansion building, an elderly man in a black robe was lying on a rocking chair, waving a black feather fan in his hand and looking idle.

“Back to the elders, the son is now ranked second, and the lady is ranked eighth.” A young disciple in a soap robe walked in quickly, kneeling and fisting.

“Okay, I get it, you go ahead.” The old man in the black robe waved a feather fan in his hand and said unemotionally.

“Yes!” said the soap robe disciple, quickly exiting the secret room.

“I didn't expect Dragon and Phoenix to grow so fast in just a few decades. According to this, the luck value that Tianmen will accumulate this time is no longer a problem. If the two of them join forces, give the first disciple of Beidoukou..."

After a few sentences, the old man in the black robe showed a cold smile on his face, and immediately stood up and took a black-soaked flute out of his sleeve and struck a trick on it.

The whole surface of the letter burned in the sky after a black light, and after a few short breathing efforts, it turned into a big flame of clapping.

Then the old man gently slapped a black feather fan in his hand, a black wind swept out, lifted up the flame of spirit, flashed out the window and disappeared.

The old man looked out the window, nodded with satisfaction and sat back on the rocking chair.

Three middle-aged men in yellow shorts were sitting opposite each other in a secret chamber, whispering.

“This time we have given blood books and handed over some of the hidden puppets to the disciples for use. I didn't expect to let this Beidoukou and Murong family take the lead.” A man with a thin bamboo rod eyebrow locked tight, he said slowly.

“This Murong family member, who hurt my disciple at the exchange a month ago, is simply arrogant. Now Wu Chao has fallen, whether it is related to the Murong brothers and sisters again.” The other strong man with bare arms said angrily.

“It is only a pity that I handed over the armor of that organ to Peng Yue. If I handed it over to Wu Chao, perhaps he could escape the heist.” Thin bamboo pole men show a hint of regret.

Today, on the tablet, the disciples of Tiangong Sect rank even worse than Taiqingmen. None of them is in the top 10. Peng Yue is ranked after 20, and the young silver cars they put high hopes in are currently ranked only eleven.

“Neither of the two brothers should worry too much, the trial has just been halfway through, and it is not yet known how it will end. However, this time, all four of our disciples ranked backwards, and many of our disciples fell. This was very rare in previous trials.” The leftover Confucian-looking middle-aged man made a faint statement.

After looking at each other, both men with strong bare arms showed thoughtful expression.

……

In the same scenario, from time to time, the ranking on the Snow Peak Monument is related not only to the opportunity of these rear-rise shows within the Sect, but also to the rise and fall of the Sect in the next millennium. Naturally, the gatekeepers dare not ignore it.

However, no matter how the factions outside the realm react, Heavenly Gate will continue.

In a mysterious, unpredictable, cylindrical space.

An ancient palace is suspended here, built entirely of bluestone and surrounded by white columns of stone, supporting a white light screen to protect the entire palace.

Beyond the palace, the law of formation prohibits tremendous hegemony, exudes spirituality at the time of the battle, and is truly a place of inheritance.

Today, the front door of the palace is open, its interior is vast, and there is nothing more to display than a rather magnificent altar.

The altar is more than ten feet wide and about ten feet tall, with hundreds of floors of straight stone steps leading to the top of the altar.

On the stone steps, lying seven verticals and eight verticals lay more than a dozen crystalline humanoid puppets, each of which was emptied of the chest and whose fine nuclei had long disappeared.

At the top of the altar is a square platform of several lengths in size, with curved and strange bloodstained lines engraved on the platform, and a blue stone column of more than one person standing in each of the four directions, east and west and north.

A silver-haired woman is sitting on a stone column to the east, holding an ancient book in her hand, reading it tastefully, while similar books pile up next to her, more than a dozen.

This woman is the first disciple of Beidoukou on Lucky Stone.

Beneath the other columns lie the corpses of four or five different clothes, most of whom bleed with seven tricks and died in a very ugly way.

The inheritance here has obviously been broken, but there is only one living woman left here.

Silver-haired girls don't seem to care about the bloody scenes around them, they just look through the books in their hand and do not reveal a hint of silence from time to time.

“It seems impossible to try to understand these secrets in the short term, or to bring them back to the palace and study them carefully. ”

Half a minute later, the silver-haired woman looked up and smiled slightly at herself. After a few words, she put together the book in her hand.

Even then she stood up and caressed her robe, a roll of light silver fog came out of it, put away the surrounding books, then jumped down the stone column, like a falling leaf, falling gently on the high platform below, not even a sound.

“Bang" sounds softly!

Silver-haired women's arms lifted slightly, white palms patted somewhere on the stone column beside her, and the lines on the floor lit up suddenly.

At the next moment, a cylindrical law array rises in the sound of "chi", and countless symbols jump in the law array.

The silver-haired woman walked into the paradise with a glimmer of silver light and disappeared into the palace.

……

In a green stone valley surrounded by green and ancient trees, a clear creek stretches wide and winds, and the crisp stream trickles down.

On both sides of the creek, countless colorful grasses have fallen into the wrong place, and a formation of intense and ultimate spirituality has been emitted. It is certainly a natural pharmaceutical garden like the world's peach source.

Deep in the valley, two black figures are racing lightning fast.

Behind the two of them, the rolling smoke kept coming, and the thundering sound of deterrence continued to spread. Indeed, a giant demonic beast with a height of more than ten feet on one side, the upper half of which resembled a deer's lower half, was flying in a tight pursuit.

Not only does the beast look strange, but the red and black spiritual lines on the body are cluttered and staggered, and the light between the dark green eyes flashes from time to time.

Suddenly, the demon beast made an awkward strange cry and jumped forward, accelerating sharply in the void, spraying a bucket-like columns of red and black light out of his mouth, radiating electrically towards the two black shadows in front.

As the light column passes, the surrounding air buzzes and twists.

As a result, when the column of light was about to strike two black shadows, two black shadows were blurred, and one left and one right flashed away from the attack.

In the rumbling sound, the red and black columns of light almost hovered over the two of them, landing on a cliff in front of them.

Light columns passing, whether blue stone or herbal medicine, are instantaneously turned to ashes without exception.

“If you let it go, the spiritual grass in the valley will probably be destroyed.” In the shadow on the left, a thin female voice travels through the room for a moment.

“Don't spell hard here, let's lure it out of the valley first.” Another dark shadow said softly.

The purpose of the two men is obviously to collect the Ecstasy. Naturally, they cannot fight in the valley. Otherwise, even if the beast is slaughtered, they can barely wear the Ecstasy of the majority of the valley, they will not be compensated.

The slender woman's voice sounded softly, and then the hand was settled, and the back covered by black gas suddenly extended a pair of long wings, gently under a fan, and the speed rapidly accelerated by a few points.

The valley is only a few acres in size, and under the deliberate guidance of two dark shadows, half a deer half a horse of weird demon beasts were quickly led out of the valley.

“Brother, don't do it, I'll take care of this monster.” After a faint sound, the woman turned around and suddenly stopped in mid-air, a black flame burst out and quickly gathered around her, weaving a giant firebird pattern four or five feet tall.

“Okay, I'll leave it to my little sister. ”

The other black shadow smiled and the black light rolled up on a grey boulder with both hands on their backs.

These two shadows are not others, but Fairy Hei Feng and his brother.

The two accidentally pursued several other disciples and discovered the natural place of the spiritual potion in this mountainous valley.

Neither of them pursued the disciples, and they broke deep into the valley without saying anything.

It turns out that this valley is filled with potions that have been on fire for centuries or even thousands of years, and that is the ultimate joy!

Not enough, so spiritually and naturally there is a Guardian Monster Beast.

This half-deer half-horse monster hidden in the heart of the valley is a demon beast in a false Dan realm. Not only is it amazing in its defense, spraying black and red columns of light can turn everything into coke Mordavid energy, but under fury, it simply ignores the mountain full of garden psychic medicine.

Just now, I'm afraid a tenth of the entire Valley of Spirits has become coke black, losing some of its spiritual drugs, and it's already an astronomical number.

This caused the Fairy Hei Feng brothers and sisters great heartache.

Weird demon beast saw the stopped black wind fairy, raised the sky a low hissing monster, slipped on all feet and rushed over without hesitation.

When Fairy Black Phoenix saw this, her eyes flashed with a smile. She was covered in black flames, and her body actually blended into the black firebird fiction behind her.

It's coming from the sound of a clear sound coming out of the sky!

The black firebird circled in the void, winged together, and did not retreat into a pitch-black fireball, diving towards that strange demonic beast.

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